Sunday, February 7, 2016

Winter Beach

I'm not much of a beach person. I attribute that to the fact that I am from the Great White North, aka a place where there aren't really any beaches. The ones we do have and that I frequented growing up were far from the dreamy white sand beaches that lead to crystal clear aqua blue waves that crash onto them. Our beaches were super grainy with dark sand pouring into dark lake water that harbored extremely creepy critters. You know, the kind that never really gets warm.

That said, when I do happen to get to the ocean (like, the real ocean, with salt water and everything), there is something quite magical and serene about the whole setting, especially in the winter time. Hard to believe, but there is hardly anyone around the beach when it's cold (har har), which is part of the appeal. It looks so distant and uninviting, yet so peaceful and poetic all at once.

We were on the Jersey Shore this past weekend for a family affair and the waterfront was beckoning us.